I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Don't sue me. I'm a poor, penniless student. This is my first proper fic. Especially a Harry Potter one. So be kind with the reviews.

PS: Thank you for the reviews melovinharrypotter, Starlett Malfoy your reviews inspired me to write some more. The bag's gonna be gone out of conversation this chapter. But rest assured it will be back!

Harry sighed audibly and let the other man drag him further into Diagon Alley. They had a strange friendship of sorts, but it was comforting to say the least. He walked with Draco taking in the lazy Saturday. They were shopping simply because Draco was a shopoholic and Harry had allowed himself to be dragged along.

Stopping at a Quidditch shop they both pressed their noses towards the glass pane of the shop and longingly peered at the shining Firebolt 7, which was the fastest broom in the world. Unfortunately, they were no longer children and even though they could both afford it, they just liked looking at the latest model to relive their glory days.

'Well' Harry smirked, 'My Glory days'.

"What are you smirking at Potter?" asked Draco quizzically looking up at his friend.

"Nothing, just thinking" said Harry not wanting to start another fight.

Harry and Draco shopped some more, then Draco left Harry and Harry wandered around stopping in Flourish and Blotts to buy the latest DADA books as they could help with his work.

Finally they made it back to the flat.

"I'm exhausted" said Harry letting his weight sag onto the couch.

Draco said nothing and put his purchases into his room.

"Well, I'll make us a pot of tea and warm up some food" said Draco puttering about in the kitchen where he liked it best. He quickly took some Quiche and popped it into the microwave and set about making the tea.

By the time he was finished and carrying it into the living room, Harry was watching football. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry's typical male behaviour. He only watched to ogle at the men.

Harry stuffed down his food and Draco ate his slowly and surely. Good manners were the mark of a Malfoy.

He looked into Harry's eyes fighting the urge within him. 'No, Harry's your friend.' His subconscious was saying to him.

Draco forced himself to watch the game.

Harry sneaked a look at Draco and thought how good the blonde next to him looked and wondered what he'd taste like if he kissed him.

'No, bad Harry. Draco's your friend' said Harry's subconscious. But then another voice said, 'Tell him or take him you twit! Before someone else does'

Harry reluctantly cleared his thought. Draco looked over. His brain was a jumble with interesting thought about the raven haired Gryffindor next to him. Most of them resulting in his subconscious scolding him and another part telling him to throw caution to the wind ravish Harry there and then.

'Oh bugger this' thought Harry and lunged at Draco and kissed him. Not a forceful kiss, but a kiss. Draco went into shock and for several seconds did nothing. Then slowly his body kicked into gear and he found himself responding. Needing the other man in his arms and filling him.

They gasped for air and avoided the others eyes. Slowly Harry said, "I'm sorry" not wanting to look the blonde in the eye. He mentally kicked himself and his other voice for violating Draco. God only knew what Draco was thinking.

"Oh, bugger that, I'm not sorry, I've wanted to do that since you came to live with me last week." said Harry with a passion he didn't know he had.

The blonde neither met his eye nor said anything at the outburst. The Gryffindor was about to leave when finally Draco said, "Don't be. I've been wanting for that to happen for a long time". The words had barely escaped his lips when the Gryffindor slowly turned around. In slow motion he met the blondes eyes and there was a spark of electricity and lust that travelled between the two men.

Harry slowly made his way back to the couch and turned off the TV, "Really?" he asked Draco.

"Really" said Draco with a slight grin. "I know this is all new, but can we take it slowly. But not too slowly" he noticed Harry was about to get up again.

"OK, how do you want to continue?" asked Harry unable to formulate how this happened and why Draco wasn't saying No and running away.

"Well, you can turn the telly back on for one thing. And is it OK, if I just lie down in your arms?" asked Draco softly.

Harry nodded dumbly. Slowly Draco lay down into Harry's arms and Harry put the TV back on.

He started stroking the Slytherin's hair and feeling no resistance he continued, relishing the warmth of his skin under his hands. And Draco in turn relished the touch.

Suddenly there was a loud popping noise as Ron and Hermione materialised. "Fucking finally" said Ron as he grinned like a maniac at the bewildered couple.